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Триптих «Время участвовать»
3. Во имя, ради, не на зло...
Не проси... Не спугни... Не навреди...
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Любое слово может стать пружиной
и выстрелить охапкой новых слов.
Пути их не,.. но всё же… постижимы,
когда – во имя, ради, не на зло.
Когда не мишурой, а серпантином,
похожим на спираль твоих потуг.
И ты за ним, за ними вдаль… Путина.
Гудит корабль и не слышны слова подруг.
Подруги, что они: та – недовольна,
другая – тихо плачет и грустит,
а третья шепчет: «Возвращайся, мне не больно.
Спасибо, что не просишь отпустить.»
Ночное плаванье за словом через тернии.
Ни дать, ни взять, а взмыть, пусть не к звезде.
Любое слово нить к… других сплетению.
И способ лишние слова держать в узде.
Хотя, быть может, лишних – не бывает.
Копытом бьют они, кивают, тихо ржут.
Так отпусти табун. Волна живая
заполнит всё. Я не… предупрежу.
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